I sat back on my heels. My knees pressing into the mattress. Back straight, head bowed watching the light coming through the blinds dance on my large toffee colored breasts. Breathing excitedly. The cool air in the room mixed with my eagerness creates goose bumps on the back of my neck where my black hair is swept up into a messy bun, and my now hard stiff nipples stand at attention. The anticipation has me moist at the junction of my thighs and I have to resist the urge to touch myself; I have to wait for Daddy.
He enters wordlessly. My excitement amplifies. I want to look up and try to read his face, to see if he has some frustrations to take out and plans to be particularly rough with me, but I know better and I wait for my instructions. I see him step out of his shoes and place them neatly by the dresser. After a moment I hear him remove his belt. He takes his pants off revealing his muscular tanned legs. He folds the pants, sets them somewhere out of my line of sight and the walks toward me. Even his walk is that of someone in complete control, predatory and intimidating. He sets the belt on the bed next to me and my breathing picks up. He places two fingers under my chin and then lifts my head so that my coffee brown eyes are staring into his deep ocean blues. His face is stern.
"Are you ready for lunch little one?" He asks. His voice melting my insides, causing me to drip a little onto the gray satin sheets.
"Yes, Daddy." I reply breathless, the words barely audible.
He runs his thumb and forefinger gently over my left nipple. The irony is not lost on me as I can tell by the look in his eyes and the smirk he gives that he plans to be anything but gentle with me. He kneels on the carpet in front of me and slowly starts to suck my left nipple. I try hard to stifle the moan building up inside of me, my breathing now erratic. He sucks watching me, waiting for just the right moment. My eyes close and my head rolls back enjoying the pleasure he is allowing me. He bites down. Hard. I whimper, as he takes my nipple between his fingers again, this time pinching and twisting. He pulls the belt from the bed and cracks it hard against my sore nipple, over and over again. I cry out with each hit but I don't forget my manners I make sure to thank him. There is a stinging in my nipple the heat radiates beneath the skin. Fifteen hits with the belt, and then he twists the nipple again. He reaches into the nightstand beside him and pulls out black nipple clamps held together by a small black chain. He firmly attaches one to my to my tortured nipple. The pain ripples right down between my legs. I moan. I need him to fuck me. Seeing the need in my eyes his smiles, and then starts on the other nipple. Slowly sucking and rolling it with his tongue, my breathing increasing, moaning... and then biting down watching my face contort in pain. Cruelly he twists and then showers my nipple with hot licks from the belt.
"Thank you Daddy." I manage to whimper as he gives his final twist and attaches the brutal clip.
He tugs on the chain, pulling my nipples, making me cry out, then he stands. He yanks my head back by my hair, holds my gaze for a moment and then pulls my head forward towards his thick, nine inch cock. He tightens his grip on my hair and I eagerly lean in to suck. He yanks my head back again and smacks me hard across the face with his free hand.
"What do you say?" He asks, his voice threatening and commanding.
"I'm sorry sir, may I please suck your cock?" I ask timidly, embarrassed that I had forgotten my manners in my excitement to have his cock in my mouth.
He looks at me for what seems like an eternity. The saliva building in my mouth, thinking of the taste of his cock. My mouth hangs open almost drooling, ready and needing to suck him. He chooses not to answer my plea with words instead he shoves his cock into my mouth and pulls my head forward so that my nose is pressed into his pubic hair. I love the smell of him. He holds me there with his cock down my throat, drool dripping down my chin and onto my tits. My eyes water as I gag on his cock and try to draw breath. He pulls back a little, just enough for me to breathe and then he slams back into my throat relentlessly, over and over again, fucking my throat while I gurgle and gag. The spit coming through my nose and covering my face. He pounds away at my throat, using his hand in my hair to push himself deeper and deeper, until he pushes my head away and throws me down on the bed. I lay on my side and gasp for air.
"All fours now!" He was not to be trifled with.
I hurried to get onto my knees and leaned down with my head on the bed, arching my back how Daddy likes.
"Show me your asshole." He commanded.
I reached back and held my ass open. Cunt dripping, holes needy. Still trying to catch my breath. I felt the pressure of his cock on my tight asshole. He pushed himself inside and began to fuck my ass hard. I moaned and cried out, and I let my hands slip. He stopped. I froze, I knew I was in trouble I was supposed to hold it open. He pulled out of my ass, and spanked me once hard.
"I said hold it open." I had displeased him.
"Sorry, Daddy." I scrambled to spread my ass for him as fast as I could.
"Do not let go until I say, do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I felt him shift to reach for something. The sting of the belt came down on my asshole and I wanted to let go but I wouldn't dare. Again and again he beat my asshole. I knew I deserved to be punished, I should have obeyed. Again and again. Twenty five hits.
"I like how your little asshole puckers for me. What do you say?"
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I heard him open the night stand drawer, and then he pushed a large butt plug deep into my sore asshole, giving me a spanking on each ass cheek once it was in place. I moaned, deep and guttural.
